Songwriter: Guthrie, Woody; Hoffman, Martin; Seeger, PeteFeat. Johnny Rodriquez(Johnny C.)The crops are all in, and the peaches are rottenThe oranges are packed in creosote dumpsThey're flying them back to the Mexican borderTo save all their money, then wade back again(Johnny R.)My father's own father, he waded that riverOthers before him have done just the sameThey died in the hills, and and they died in the valliesSome went to Heaven without any names(All)Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye RosalitaAdios, mi amigo, Jesus y MariaYou won't have a name when you ride the big airplaneAll they will call will beDeportee(Johnny C.)Some of us are illegal, and others, not wantedOur work contract's out, and we have to move on(Willie)Six hundred miles to the Mexican borderThey chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves (All)Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye RosalitaAdios, mi amigo, Jesus y MariaYou won't have a name when you ride the big airplaneAll they will call will beDeportee(Johnny C)The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos CanyonA fireball of thunder that shook all the hills(Willie)Who are all these dear friends scattered like dry leavesThe radio said they were just deportees(Both)Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita(Adios mi Juan, adios Rosalita)Adios mi amigo, Jesus y MariaYou won't have a name when you ride the big airplane(No tendras ningun nombre en aquel aeroplano)All they will call will be(Solo te van a poner)DeporteeAdios mi Juan, adios Rosalita(Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita)Adios mi amigo, Jesus y MariaNo tendras ningun nombre en aquel aeroplano(You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane)Solo te van a poner(All they will call will be)Deportee
